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[itellthetaleof]

All morning, Gabrielle had been hearing about people gaining extraordinary powers and about both the celebrating and disasters that usually came with such a thing. She wanted to help those who needed comforting and it had taken a while but she'd finally come up with something she knew most people would like

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[luke_castellan]

[itellthetaleof]

Gabrielle just beamed at Luke and pulled a few cookies from her basket. "That's because they are real Greek cookies. I figured people could use some comfort food with everything going on today." She held them out to Luke, "Here, have some."

[luke_castellan]

[itellthetaleof]

At first, Gabrielle smiled when Luke seemed to enjoy the treat...and then blinked when he just kept staring at her. He held her hand in both of his and didn't seem like he wanted to let go.

"Luke? Are you alright?"

[usethecompany]

Though untouched himself by the latest island trickery, Archie had been no less attentive to his surroundings. Worry still reigned, for as chief of the island police he felt it his duty to ensure the safety of the island inhabitants, even to keep them safe from themselves. He dreaded to think what damage someone might have unintentionally done in their ignorance.

That worry spiked for a moment when he spied Gabrielle on the path, but her cheerful expression did a great deal to reassure him. "Gabrielle," he greeted with a wave of his hand as he approached. "Might I ask, have you been affected? Or do you find yourself unchanged?"

[itellthetaleof]

Seeing Archie, Gabrielle just smiled as she shook her head. "Not as far as I can tell. Nothing unusual about me today. What about you? Have you been spared as well?"

[usethecompany]

"So it would seem," Archie replied, coming to a halt before her now. A smile teased at the corner of his mouth as he continued. With Gabrielle's reassurance, his immediate worry ebbed.

"I have yet to change colors or bend myself fantastically or disappear, though there's still time left, I suppose. These things do tend to last a few days." His gaze drifted briefly to her basket of goods and he nodded toward it. "I thought for a moment you had developed the power to create baked goods from thin air."

[itellthetaleof]

"With island trickery, I agree, it might only be a matter of time." Gabrielle said with a light hearted roll of her eyes. But really, in the scheme of things, she supposed worse things could have happened.

Then she laughed. "Oh no, not at all, unless you consider baking out of thin air. I thought people might need some comfort food after developing strange new powers." Her hand fished into the basket and pulled out two cookies before holding them out to Archie. "Here, I think you could use them as well."

[waltsnothereman]

It wasn't Wanda's day. After discovering her particular... quirk (she refused to refer to changing sexes a power when it practically felt like an average Friday to her by that point), she'd spent almost an hour alternating between drying off and flopping around in the water like a moron trying to determine just what had triggered it and if there was more to it than that. Her efforts had amounted to a whole lot of nothing, and she was out of ideas beyond just going about her day once more until she figured it out. She was just on her way to the Compound for a shower (and a shave, since she apparently needed one now), when she spotted Gabrielle looking relatively unscathed. Not that that meant anything.

"So what've you got, some kind of fabulous baking power?" she asked with a grin, well aware that reintroductions would likely be in order.

[itellthetaleof]

Not at all disturbed at being addressed by someone she didn't know, Gabrielle just smiled at him. "No, just making some comfort food for those affected. I figured people would need it." She reached into her basket and pulled out a few to offer to the man. "What about you? Anything fantastic happen to you today?"

[waltsnothereman]

"That's definitely one word for it," Wanda replied with a laugh, tired but genuine. A few more would be 'business as usual', since this seemed to happen to her with alarming regularity. "Let's just say that I could definitely use the comfort and leave it at that."

[itellthetaleof]

"Well, I hope you like cookies then because it's about the only comfort I have to offer, unless you'd like a story." Gabrielle said with a soft laugh, offering him some of her cookies.

[island_anne]

Anne had trouble keeping up with Matthew on an average day, and today definitely was not an average day. It wasn't that his speed or energy were terribly increased, just his enthusiasm for the world around him.

From what Anne could tell, Matthew could sound like whomever he pleased, including herself. But for the time being Matthew was content not to sound like people at all, but like nearly any-no, every-animal he knew or just met.

In this particular instance, when they encountered a woman on the path, he ran up to her barking like a dog. No, not like a dog, but in an uncanny imitation of Holly's whine when she wanted a treat.

[itellthetaleof]

When the barking young boy ran up to her, Gabrielle buried a laugh behind one of her hands as she knelt down to his level. "Hello. Is that new today or do you just feel like a dog?" She asked with an amused smile.

When the mother got closer, Gabrielle looked up at her. "If it's alright with your mother, I have a treat for you. Fresh baked cookies to help sooth people's nerves." She explained for the woman's benefit.

[island_anne]

"Puppies get treats!" said Matthew, this time in an imitation of Gabrielle's own voice.

Anne just sighed and nodded her head and was glad he was at least talking again, for as much as she enjoyed the bird calls and the sound of the ocean waves, they were difficult to communicate with.

[itellthetaleof]

Gabrielle started and blinked down at the little boy who had spoken to her in her own voice, then she burst out laughing. "Oh my. I think your poor mother needs some cookies too, if she's had to deal with you imitating things all day."

She set the basket down and after shuffling through it, offered one cookie to the little boy and a few to his mother. "Remember, good puppies get treats." She said in mock firmness as she handed the cookie over.